User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/The Diamond of Eternity/@comment-1298206-20120626173920/@comment-32303-20120627180311

''Behind the dune, a pack of timber wolves, the Icefangs, lie taking their ease. The leader, a large black-furred female, Zahira, looks up at the sun and figures out the time by its position in the sky. High noon. Her golden eyes narrow, flashing in rage. She hisses through her teeth, baring them in a growl as she grabs her broadsword and jumps to her paws, roaring orders.''

'"We dinnae ha' the time t' lay aroon', d' ye ken? We ha' a job t' dae! Ef ye want tae live, follow me! Nae messin' aroon' with other beasts ef ye see 'em until ah gi' the order!" 'Whirling, Zahira runs east at a fast, ground-eating lope.''

''The Icefangs shiver as they grab their weapons and fall into stride behind her. Just the other day, they remembered, their pack leader had personally killed a member who tried to desert the pack, killed her with her bare paws and teeth.''